Teenage Pregnancy Terminator (unmade short)

Teenage Pregnancy Terminator 

    a short film by WE MASSACRE PRODUCTIONS

                     (Scene is in a parked car outside the theatre before dark)

Laura: Dylan's gonna drop me off at home after-work.

Mom aka Linda Stapleton: No, tell him, "That's alright." I can still pick you up tonight.

Laura: No, it's alright, mom. Dylan's going to be dropping me off. We gotta talk about some things.

Mom: Must be nice. You don't talk to me about henything anymore.

Laura: Mom, are you serious. I don't have time for the guilt trip, you should've laid it on me in-route.

Mom: See what I mean, of course you don't talk to me, you don't have time for anyone but Dylan. 

Laura: Mom, I can't sit here and do this with you, I'm going to be late for work. 

Mom: Well at least I was able to deliver you here on time, right? (dramatic pause) ...and what "thanks" do I get for that, huh?

Laura: Mom, we're pregnant, ok! (begins to escape the car after dropping the bombshell)

Mom: What? We're pregnant, that's silly. You're not making any sense, Laura. We can't be pregnant. 

Laura: (out of the car and slamming the door) Dylan and I, mom!!! (slam)

We see Laura head inside the theatre to work and mom shaking her head smiling but in shocked like "wait....whuuuuu"

                                        End Screen

                                              Late night (about 8 hours later)

....Dylan and Laura pull up outside of Laura's mom's house. 

Laura: I don't think you should come inside. She's probably still up.

Dylan: Look, babe. Let's not worry about getting all serious about things... (strokes her hair back but is interrupted by a porch light breaking the darkness and shadows)

Laura: ...Dylan, all serious with things? We're pregnant and we're both making minimum wage. I think we're both a few steps beyond just getting serious at this point.

Dylan: I talked everything over with my father the day we got the good news. He was ecstatic.

Laura: (notices mom peering out the window) Well at the least, someone is happy.

Dylan: I still can't believe you dropped it on her right before work.

Laura: Yeah, but there was an easy out. I needed an excuse to get the fuck outta there. (pulls out a pack of smokes and pulls one out ready to light)

Dylan: Whoa....you can't do that? (looks down at her belly)

Laura: Oh, (she smiles) so that's what it is then?

Dylan: Like I said, "My father is ecstatic." He is willing to accept us with open arms. 

Laura: (smiling realizing they are together in this and hugs him) Oh, Dylan. 

Porch light begins flickering...off and on....

Dylan: Look, I know you have to go, but just know my father said everything will be okay. It'll be cramped but it'll be worth it.

Laura: (exiting the car and leans back in...a kiss was implied) Goodnight, Dylan. I love you so much.

Dylan: I love you too, belly babe.

                             As Laura enters the house the mom is sitting in a dark room as if she were anticipating Laura.

Mom: You were late.

Laura: We always stay a little longer when closing on a weekend shift.

Mom: I mean your cycle. Have you been keeping track of it?

Laura: Mom?!! (Not wanting to discuss this with her)

Mom: You may not be pregnant, Laura. These kinda things happen and....

Laura: I took 17 tests...(pause to show mom's face) It would've been 18 but Dylan whizzed on one for a base test. He's a man so we figured....

Mom: He's a boy....

Laura: Excuse me?

Mom: He's a boy, Laura. There is no way the two of you can afford to keep this baby. Well, at least not working at the theatre.

Laura: Well that is what it is that I talked to him about earlier and his father is going to help us through it.

Mom: His father isn't going to do anything for you all. His dad is simply giving Dylan an "Atta boy" because he's happy to see his genetic code being passed along. It's evolution, dear.

Laura: I know how evolution works, mom. There are just more powerful forces in the universe than evolution. 

Mom: Right, like Dylan's Daddy? A Father's Love is going to bail you out?

Laura: I don't know, maybe. At least he's giving us some support, what are you offering us?

Mom: A future, dear. You've got so many opportunities and good times to look forward to that will get flushed down the drain if you seriously decide to bring a child in to this world, you're throwing your life away.

Laura: Is that what you honestly think....(pause) or are you just projecting on me??? Was it worth it, mom?

Mom: Was what worth it, dear.

Laura: Bringing me into the world? Raising me. How many opportunities did you miss out on?

Mom: Laura, that's different. When I had you there wasn't anyone encouraging women my age to take charge of the future...the opportunities weren't being handed to us.

Laura: Well, what did you miss out on? Didn't it prove to you how tough you were by raising me?

Mom: Yes, I am tough but we're not talking about that. We're talking about you turning to his father for help. You're better off....

Laura: Better off what, mom? Would you have been "better off", huh?

Mom: Laura, I would just like you to consider....

Laura: If you're talking about what I think you're talking about....this damn conversation is over!!!

Mom: Laura, please, dear. Don't be so naive. (smiles and chuckles a little bit)

Laura: Just....just shut the shit up.... (runs off to her room)

               End scene

Mom: Laura, dear? (back fisted knock on the door and places her ear to the door cliched style) It's mother, should I just leave you in there or would you just please, come out already. (smiles maliciously - tight shot/close up of her smile with heavy lipstick)

Laura: (silence) 

Mom: Dear, you know I can pop the lock and get you out of there (cocky...she knows Laura isn't stronger than her)

Cut now to Laura in bed and the camera only sees Laura's back....still there but shoot it first where it makes the audience think she slipped out to meet Dylan. 

Visually shoot the first cut into the room with pillows and a pulled up high sheet.

Now cut to a shot of her face under the covers, laying on her side, looking into the camera and she says, 

Laura: Fuckin' figures. 

Mom: Damnit, Laura. Now we need to have a conversation about just how far all this is going?

Laura: What, mom? Is there something you specifically need to ask me?

Mom: Yeah, why do you wanna throw your life away, sweetheart.

Laura: I dunno, maybe, because it's not throwing away my life it's starting a new one.

Mom: Enough with the cliche, runner-up talk. There's nothing good about what you're gonna be starting.

Laura: How can you say that?

Mom: Look at you. This isn't how I raised you to turn out. 

Laura: What does that mean? 

Mom: You were supposed to be something. You were going to change the world.

Laura: Maybe I am....(points at her stomach)...(strong will and slightly comedical but more confident)....with this!!!

Mom: Oh, please, (smiles) you can't change the world; you can't even change a diaper.

Laura: (disgusted now) How are you even....ugh...

Mom: Think about it...(winks) I didn't. 

                      Mom closes the door, almost seductively, grinning, heartless

          End Scene

Audience needs a moment to soak that last line in...before we open up outside of their work....they are sitting on a bench talking...no dialogue...long shots...we're an observer in a way....it's afternoon time. We pick up mid conversation with Laura and Dylan moments before the mom arrives.

Laura: I'm telling you, Dylan. Last night she had said some of the cruellest shit I have ever heard and this morning she was basically the other mother.

Dylan: Well, Jeez, I'm glad to see that you're taking it so well.

Laura: So am I, but, I thought a lot about what your father said about not playing the role of the victim and anxiety being the dizziness of freedom.

Dylan: Actually, he was just quoting Soren Kierkegaard and his essay of the folly of debate.

Laura: It doesn't matter who he is quoting, it's the truth, my take is that just because my mom had a bad take on things, doesn't mean it's my mistake and I have to take it.

Dylan: Alright, now you're quoting him again.

Laura: Oh, shit....here she comes, baby. (Gives Dylan a quick kiss, maybe cut a split second everytime their about to kiss and never actually show them kissing)

Dylan: Call me later, babe. 

                                         The mom pulls up with her window down...maybe cut the engine or add in a supercharged engine sound effect that doesn't match up to the car...like a rumble kit deal

                                         Mom is smiling, bright red lipstick, arm out the window

Mom: Hey, Love Birds. (really jovial) Get a room....(laughs)

Laura: (drops her head) Dios es mio....(looks at Dylan) See!!!

Mom: Hey, Dylan, dinner! Our place! Next Wednesday! 

Dylan: Oh...okay...(nervous chuckle)

Mom: Hop in, L-Term, I brought you your soon to be favorite...pickles and ice cream!!!

Mom holds up a pint of Haagen Dazs and a packaged pickle

Mom: (continues) Doan V Yell Us (speaking in a Rosie Perez accent) 

Laura: (hops in the car) Can we just get out of here already.

Mom: (Austin Powers impersonation) Yeah, baby. Yeah!!!

                                                  Mom hits the gas...We see the outside of the car pass by and then we see Dylan all alone on the bench

                                                Floor board up shots and high speed sounds and leans

Laura: Jeez, mom. Could you slow down a bit? You're not the only one in the car.

Mom: You're right, dear. (brakes hard and both lurch forward) I should be more careful with the two of you in the car, hmmmm. 

Laura: Oh, (looks down) Yeah...the two of us....

                                                 Cut to a food court scene and write 3 days laters

Laura: I'm telling you that you don't need to bring anything. My mom said she can handle it all. That, It'll be, quote, painless, I promise. unquote. (Do air qoutes)

Dylan: Wow, that sounds creepy. It's like, "Yeah" (chuckles) Painless for who?

Laura: Hey come on. I know she's been kinda bitchy but she can also be pretty deece.

Dylan: Deece? Sounds like you've been talking to that guy Steve again.

Laura: You know what, he's a really great guy and you should Thank God that if it weren't for this that I'd probably have ended up giving him a chance.

Dylan: Gee, thanks. 

Laura: Dylan, don't take that the wrong way or getting things all serious all of a sudden. I want to make things work out with us, especially for the baby's sake, I just didn't intend for things to turn out the way they did.

Dylan: You know what....just shut the shit up...that really hurts, ya know. I'm heading back in to my register...smell ya later....(sulks offscreen) 

Laura: Man, am I the only person not catching feelings about hebrything? (Looks down) I guess it's just you and me, baby. 

                           3 Days Later

                                                      Camera inside the fancy house and the camera is aimed at the door

                                      Ding Ding - Laura walks in to the shot and opens the door.

                                                           It's Dylan with flowers (for the Lazy Suzanne)

Dylan: Hey babe....and babe. I thought a lot about what you said...I am grateful that hebrything worked out the way it did. Of course, I want to live the rest of my life with you, but I am willing to just be happy with the time that I am given. 

Hear these are for your mom. 

Laura: Nice, wheat offering.

Dylan: Fruits of my labor.

Laura: Exactly (leans in for a kiss, cut)...I'll find a vase for these and put them on the Lazy Suzanne. 

Dylan: Sounds deece. 

Laura: (mouths) Fucker! (smiles and giggles)

                                       Cut with Laura walking into the camera and the beginning of the next scene with black from the close up on the mom as she enters the dining area with the food ready to serve.

                                       Laura and Dylan are seated, Dylan has a napkin or table cloth tucked into his blouse.

Mom: So Dylan, we're going to be having spaghetti,

Dylan: I heard it can be quite messy. 

Mom: Is that gonna be a problem for you, Dylan. 

Dylan: Oh, no ma'am. I can hold my sauce.

Mom: (pushes her lips together like she wants to diss him) I'm sure you can.

Laura: My mom is into homemade. 

Mom: That's right. Go ahead, dig in.

Laura: Oh, mom, would you mind if Dylan says grace.

Mom: We never have before but, no, it doesn't bother me when others pray.

Laura: Alright....(nudges Dylan while putting up her prayer hands) Ok, go.

Dylan: Ok..ummm....Dear Heavenly Father thank you for this meal we are about to receive. As we receive it only with thanksgiving, may you receive us who are less than perfect. Thank you to Ms. Stapleton who prepared this food that we are about to receive. May she reap the benefits of her labor and may we all grow closer to you with this meal. In Jesus name; 

Laura, Mom, Dylan: Amen, (softer Amen behind Dylan's lead)

Mom: Well, now. Dig in.

As they chow down we notice the mom isn't eating but

she is watching them eat

Dylan: Wow, Ms. Stapleton. This really has some solid, all-natural, earthy taste to it.

Laura: Yeah, mom. This one is actually a little different from usual, it's really good. (begins to drink water...don't not sip)

Mom: I'm so happy that you're enjoying our final meal together because that earthy taste is the mushrooms.

Dylan: Yeah, they definitely are different. (he begins to sip the water too)

Laura: Mushrooms?

Mom: Yeah, some are packed with vitamin D which is associated with a reduced risk of adverse health outcomes during pregnancies.

Dylan: Yeah...and others will kill you.

Mom: So....I guess you aren't as dumb as you look, hmmm.

Dylan: (Stops eating and looks over at Laura)

Laura: Mom...which ones are these?

Mom: (Smiling) The poisonous ones from the woods, dear. 

Laura: (begins to choke...and looks at Dylan as he begins to do the same)

                                                             Both of them continue to choke before the both drop dead, slumped on the table...camera pulls back and they are holding hands and die looking at one another

                                                             The camera then comes up on the mom's face and chest, focusing on her mouth. 

                                                             A spoonful of the spaghetti comes up in the shot and she eats it...

                                                                     She Smiles in to the camera and then 

                                                                 Splat!

                                             Face first into the spaghetti she dies too.

                                                          The END

Host should present absurd question regarding 8 months abortion versus 228 months abortion and always point out that mother always knows best and potentially include something with mother bears eating her cubs which in nature isn't good or bad, what makes us different? Does technology make it okay? Does a painless death still make death okay? Story also based on mother's who commit suicide after instead of making a cover story and going to the police.